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An old fling

(Jeff Morales x Platonic!Ex!reader x Miles)

AN - TBH there are not enough fics about Jeff. I get it. He's a married man and Rio and a lovely woman but I used my imagination here.

Word Count: 1,385 words

*KNOCK*

"Miles get up! Get ready for school!"

Miles had never sat up in his bed so quickly in such a panic. Was he late? Did he oversleep? He glances at his digital clock and its 6:00 am on a Monday morning. Why was he being woken up so early? He had a whole 45 minutes of sleep left before he had to get ready for school and go to his dorm.

After forcing himself out of the comfort of his bed, he goes to open his door to see his dad already dressed in his uniform.

"Why are we up so early for?"

"Because I thought we could grab breakfast before you go to school. Besides it will be the last time I see you until Friday."

This is those 'father-son' times that he wanted to spend with Miles before he was gone for almost a week. He's been doing this since Miles was a baby. As a toddler he would take him to the park despite the weather and gets scolded at by Rio if he catches a cold.

As Miles grew up to be a teen, if became less often that they would spend time together. Teens want to be alone. Jeff simply wants to rekindle those with his son again.

Miles didn't argue and just went to get ready despite wanting to crawl back into bed. Bag suitcase was ready and they where both out in the car.

"Shall we go to Foam Party?"

"NO! Uhh...... I mean no thanks."

Miles was bound to see a few friends if they had gone there. They opted to go to a different place. A cafe further away from their area. A new place for the both of them. This place looked likes it serves both savoury and sweet items. They both ordered and waited for their breakfast.

"You look really tired this morning son. I hope you didn't stay up late drawing at your desk again."

Miles was not in fact drawing last night, he was out being Spiderman. Literally the moment he came back into his room through his window and laid his head on his pillow, his dad started calling. So he basically had no sleep. He needed that coffee.

Their order was called and Jeff walks forward to get it an he bumps into someone.

"Sorry ma'am I didn't-"

"Oh no it's my fault I wasn't-"

They both manage to get a good look at each other and silence catches them for a second. A second to process if this is really true.

"Jeff? No way."

"Y/n. Wha- umm uhh...."

She flashed her pearly whites in a quiet laugh.

"It's been a while huh?"

"Umm yeah, it has."

"And you're a cop. That's cool."

Miles comes from the other side of his dad to see who he was talking to. It was a lady. A very pretty lady. She was wearing a business looking suit with her hair in a slicked back puff. Make up was done on point with an expensive bag on her arm and glasses that fit her face shape so well. She looked sophisticated.

(Reader POV)

I notice a person standing next to Jeff. A boy in school uniform. He has a confused look on his face as he glances between me and Jeff.

"And who might you be?"

He looks at his dad like waiting for him to answer for him. Miles knows majority of his dads friends. Either from work or around the neighbourhood but he's never seen or hear about this lady from. So where do they know each other from seeing as 'its been a while'.

"This is my son, Miles."

"Oh my goodness. You have a kid. A teen too. It really has been long."

"Y'all know each other? From where?"

I look at Jeff before answering and he seem pretty hesitant, scratching the back of his neck as if to figure out what to say. It's obvious he hasn't mentioned me to him. I want to answer with a simple lie like 'we're old friends' but he beats me to answering.

"Miles this is an old friend....... and ex."

I raise my eyebrows in surprise that he actually said that but it was the truth. Jeff and I used to date but that was a whole while ago. Miles' eyes widen as he glances back and forth between us.

"That was a long time ago. Clearly. We were in college."

"Excuse me. Could you get your orders please. You're holding up the line."

"Oh sorry. Thanks"

I get my drink a food. I find a clean empty table and sit to eat. As I was walking, I could hear the father son duo whisper yelling but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I don't think I want to after that awkwardish meeting.

"Mind if we sit here?"

I look up and its the two of them with their own food. The place was busy, shocking for how early it was. I didn't want to make this any more awkward so I let them sit with me.

"Soooo how are you?" Jeff was the first to attempt to break the silence which worked.

"I'm doing good. Busy with work but going good. You?'

"Yeah I'm good too."

"So how did you two meet?" Miles but in. Damn, straight to the point.

"Miles!" Jeff tries to shush him which is a bit funny to watch.

"No it's fine, unless you don't want him to know."

He looks to the side, particularly looking at nothing so I proceed.

"We met in our first year of college at a house party."

He looked at his dad as if he was a different person. "Him? Party?"

"Oh yeahhh. I'm pretty sure he was the one who organised it with his friends. He approached me with a drink and we started talking from there."

It was a good conversation. Mainly talking about the past and the shenanigans of his father. Miles was surprised about some facts about his father. The late parties, staying out spray painting and other things.

"It sounded like you guys had lots of fun. Why ain't you fun anymore dad?"

"Because I grew up Miles. We was young and dumb. Anyway do you have any kids."

"No kids here. My life is too busy for one. Besides dating is hard as a lawyer. Guys complain that I care about my cases more than them. Which is true sometimes."

"Lawyer. That's also cool. We both working with the law."

"I'm surprised that you became a cop. Don't you have a degree in business? I remember you saying you was gonna start a business with your brother, Aaron. Oh gosh how is he?"

Both their face dropped into sadness.

"Aaron died lat year."

"Oh God. I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"It's fine."

Time was going and I need to go to court and meet my client. Miles gets up and offers to throw that rubbish away.

"So your married and have a kid. Wow. I would have never thought back then."

Jeff looks at me with a questioning look. "Why?"

I make sure that Miles is not around to hear what I'm about to say.

"Because you, Jeff. You were such a player. Shoot you played with my heart. Hope you treating your wife right or I'll beat you up."

"I wasn't that bad right?"

"Mhmmm I'm pretty sure you broke a girl's heart almost every week. You show interest and ghost them a week later."

"I know it sounds bad but what we had was different. I really thought we could last."

"Main thing that broke us up was the stress of university and keeping each other happy. At least our break up was civil."

Miles comes back and we leave the cafe and go our separate ways. Jeff drives Miles to school. Before he could leave the car.

"Not a word about this to your mother ok?"

"Only if I can hang a couple of my art up."

"Fine."

The past is in the past now. He was happy to have that conversation with you but ultimately Jeff loves Rio. She was his everything and is happy with her and Miles. He wouldn't change anything about it.

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Daddy's girl

(Aaron x Tiana!daughter x mom!reader)

Since the day Aaron found out he had a daughter, his wallet has been begging him to stop but he don’t listen. He wants the best for her, so he bought a bigger apartment that they all moved in together when she was a couple months old. Tiana herself at three years old doesn’t make it any better. She’s a toddler that knows what she wants. Lord have mercy when you’re shopping and you come across the toy aisle. Anything she sees, she want. And you know what, she gets.

Now you don't like this. Aaron spoiling our daughter. Once or twice was cute but everytime? Not on my watch. If she’s out shopping with me, I'll give her the ‘mom look’ if she starts whining and she’ll know she ain’t getting anything.

But shopping with her dad though. Jackpot. All she has to do is point to what she wants and he replies with ‘which colour do you want?’ She has Barbie dolls, Bratz dolls kids make up, toy laptop, toy phone, a toddler kitchen. She’s a whole kid boss.

The only time Aaron said ‘no’ to her was when she asked for an iPad. She cried and her gave her the ‘dad look’. In her world the dad look was scarier than the mom look. She stopped immediately. She minute she stepped home, she came crying to me. Aaron felt bad but there was no way he was getting her an iPad. So he made it up to her with ice cream.

“I’m gonna sign Tiana up for pre-school.”

“Why? She’s fine here.”

“I know but it’s good for her to socialise with other kids her age and make friends.”

“Why can’t she be friends with us?”

“Because that’s sad Aaron. Imagine your only friends being your parents. Besides she’s a big girl now. Anyways I’ve got to go now before I’m late and drenched in this rain.”

A bunch of kisses for Tiana and long kiss from Aaron.

“See that’s how that one happened. I have to go.”

I leave and it’s just those two at home. Usually these times Aaron would get calls to do some jobs as prowler but he’s left all that behind him. He told the truth to King Pin and he let him go with a fat check even though he scolded him for being irresponsible. Now he’s back in engineering for his own business and works whenever he wants.

“Alright T time to get ready for bed.”

He turned around and she wasn’t there. This again. She knew that when I went to work at night, it was time for bed and we all know toddlers hate bedtime.

She does this routine where she will hide and avoid to go to bed. Aaron will go on a hunt to look for her. All he has to do is make her giggle in her hiding spot or say he’ll take something away from her and she’ll suddenly pop out.

“Where could she be hmm?”

He went to her room. Nothing. That master bedroom. Then he heard a shuffle in the closet. Found you.

“Well I can’t find her so I guess me and mom are going to Disney world without her.”

“NOOO WAIT.”

She comes out looking like she’s close to tears. “No don’t leave me.”

“Don’t we won’t leave you, unless you get ready for bed.

She obliged and followed her dad to get ready. Aaron ran her bath water with lots of soap and she picked out her bath toys. She got in and he supervised. Once bath time was done, he dressed her in her pyjamas and brushed her teeth. Now when you bath in warm water for a while, you start to get tired. That was exactly his plan. Now was step two. This step is warm milk. He warms up milk in her sippie cup. Tiana loves warm milk and majority of the time it puts her out. If not, then step three. A story and cuddles. She picks a book from her shelf and get daddy to read for her. After those steps, she's out like a light.

Time for Aaron's 'me' time. He can catch up on some basketball games that he's been missing out on. But after a busy day he's had sleep started to catch on him. After trying force his eyes open he eventually gives up and goes to lie in bed.

He hears his phone ring and picks up without looking at who it was but he already knows who it is.

"Hey baby"

"Hey"

"You sound tired. Did I wake you?"

"Nah"

"She has worn you out huh? Is she asleep now?"

"After a hour of chasing her, yes she's asleep. I was thinking, how bout we go to Disney world this weekend?"

"She asked you?"

"No. I kinda bribed her to come out of her hiding spot for it."

"Disney world sounds good. I gotta go now. Love you."

"Love you too."

He could finally sleep. But that was until he heard his door open and small head with a bonnet peak through. She steps in and closes the door behind her. Aaron doesn't move, in fact he fakes sleeps to see what she would do. Her footsteps where cushioned by the onsie she was wearing. He feels a small hand tap his face.

"Hmm?"

"Daddy I'm scared."

He switches the lamp on, illuminating the room in a dim warm light. He looks at her face and it looks like she's about to cry. As he was about to ask her why she was scared a bright flash of lightning flashed through the curtains. Within seconds thunder followed through and he saw her flinch closer to him.

He didn't hesitate to pick her up and hold her close to calm her down and stop her crying. "Shhh it's ok. It won't hurt you ok."

He's rubbing her back in soothing circles and she's sniffling. "Can I stay with you?"

"Sure you can."

He lays back down on his pillow and she lays on my pillow but it's nit enough. She's still shaken. She moves closeR so she can cuddle with her dad. She put her head on his chest and she feels more calm.

"Titi do you wanna start pre-school?"

"What't that?"

"It's a place where there are other kids you age."

From the sound of that, her mood lighten up. "Really? Does that mean I can play with someone?"

"Well yeah but don't you wanna stay here for a bit?"

"No. That's boring."

He has to simply accept the fact that she growing and he can't always be there for her. The thought was eating him alive. Leave his babygirl? No way. He would stay with her in pre-school if he could.

After a long night of trying to ignore the thunder storm outside, they both finally fell asleep. The early sun was up and I had finally arrived from my shift. The storm last night was distracting. Even the patients couldn't get a good sleep.

I leave my bag and keys on the counter and walk to Tiana's room. I peak inside but she's not there. Only one other place she could be. I walk to our room and see the funniest sight. Aaron sleeping on his side and Tiana sleeping on all sides, arms everywhere. Her little foot was in his face but it looked like they were in deep sleep to be bothered by it.

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The best movie was released a year ago today. Let that sink in. And I still think about it everyday

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⚠️JJK SPOILER⚠️

Now I'm an anime only person but......

Gojo has stitches on his forehead. I know it's Yuta but……… He really can’t catch a break

Gege when I catch you it’s over

I don’t think words can actually express how I feel.

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Aaron 42 HC's

Dresses more maturely (Clearly)

He's a classy guy. He drinks that expensive whiskey. Neat or on the rocks.

Stopped being prowler when society collapsed and crime rates went up and when Jeff died.

Cut ties with King pin

Immediately stepped up to take care of Miles and Rio after his brother died.

Refused so many times when Miles asked him to train his to be the prowler.

Eventually gave in but put him under strict training.

Prefers to listen to soul and R&B.

Miles might have an unofficial auntie 👀

Knows how to cook and will leave food in lunch boxes for Rio when she comes back from work.

Help Miles with groceries.

Drops and pick Rio from work when he can. Because of the curfew and because of criminals out in the streets at night.

Regrets the fact that he didn't get the chance to reconcile with his Jeff before he died.

Mad at society for failing Miles. Thinks he has so much potential in life than being a vigilante for the city.

Tries to encourage Miles to be a kid, play basketball, talk to girls. Normal boy stuff.

Would take 'unofficial auntie' to nice dates and buy her nice gifts.

Would take her to a place to listen to some live jazz music with candles on the table and an open dance floor.

Such a gentle man toward her. Calls her to make sure she ok.

Treats her soo good. Buys her chocolates and ice cream. Runs shoulders and feet with a scented oil.

Makes sure place him and Miles are about to raid is safe and is not too heavily guarded.

'Unofficial auntie' is a nurse and both of them would go a get stitched by her if they got injured.

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Did y'all know that Aaron probably goes to that 'engineering place' to spray paint by himself before he introduced it to Miles. We see that in Into the Spider Verse.

After the moment Miles yells out 'Brooklyn', you see Aaron getting a bag of paint cans behind something.

That just tells you he probably does it in his spare time. You know, away from reality, away from stress, in his zone just doing whatever. With the boombox too. To play the tapes he had back in his younger days.

So when he's done, he leaves it all there for when he comes back.

Now it's what Miles does when he's free from being Spiderman, from school. Just being the teen he is.

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Yo

I read a fanfic on AO3 about Aaron and reader meeting in a bar and becoming friends-ish with benefits. It goes on at his place or her place. It was so good. Left with a cliffhanger but its all good, it makes sense.

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- I’M GONNA CLAW THOSE PRETTY LITTLE EYES OUT

Chapter 1: Green Eyed Monster

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BLACKWOOD MANOR loomed on the outskirts of New York like a gothic monolith, its sprawling grounds shrouded in mist and mystery; its imposing design was a testament to the wealth and power of its enigmatic owner, the elusive billionaire Alexander Blackwood. The grandeur of the mansion enveloped the night like a cloak of decadence, its opulence a stark contrast to the darkness that seeped through its polished corridors.

Usually, the manor would lay dormant and dark, with no sounds or persons going in or out. However, tonight was a special night, a masquerade-themed birthday, of whom it belonged to but none other than Alexander Blackwood's spouse. She was different from her loner husband - a city girl and an active member of New York's rich folk. Such a figure would earn as many friends and connections as possible - and she invited them all. Within the manor's walls, the wealthy elite danced and revealed, their laughter echoing against the marble floors as they indulged in the spoils of their privilege.

Among them, Alexander's favorite niece, Sofia Blackwood, navigated the sea of masked faces, her steps hesitant as she struggled to mask her discomfort beneath a façade of poise and grace. That night, she mustered the courage to ask her uncle to fund her college education, considering that her parents disapproved of her choice of study and promised to cut ties if she pursued it.

The air was heavy with the scent of expensive perfumes and the sickly sweetness of excess, but beneath it, a palpable tension lurked—a sense of impending doom that clung to the shadows like a vengeful specter. As the night wore on and inhibitions faded, Sofia was drawn to a secluded balcony overlooking the sprawling gardens below. She needed a moment to think, to gather herself before locating her uncle. Taking deep breaths, Sofia closed her eyes before looking at the scenery. A small smile appeared as she reminisced about when her uncle would play tag with her in the garden - tiny Sofia would run around the hedges, past the fountain, and up the staircase leading back to the manor as Alexander chased her. As her eyes followed the path, her smile quickly dropped as a cold chill shot through her blood.

There, amidst the ivy-covered trellises and moonlit fountains, she stumbled upon a sight that would forever haunt her nightmares. A figure lay sprawled across the cold stone tiles—a man, his once-immaculate tuxedo now stained with the crimson evidence of his demise. His eyes, wide with terror, stared unseeing into the night while multiple grotesque gashes marred his throat, the blood still warm and viscous against his pallid skin.

Sofia recoiled in horror, bile rising in her throat as she struggled to comprehend the brutality of the scene before her. The metallic tang of blood filled her nostrils, and she fought to suppress the urge to hurl as the reality of the situation washed over her in sickening waves. Instead of vomit coming out of her mouth, a guttural, heart-wrenching shriek replaced it. Multiple footsteps rush towards her before halting abruptly, filling the evening atmosphere with their wails. Around her, the party descended into chaos, the revelry shattered by the specter of death that now loomed over them all. Sofia was grabbed by her mother and father and ushered into an enclosed room where she finally regurgitated her evening meal onto the pristine marble floors.

Guests screamed and fled in panic, their masks slipping in their haste to escape the scene of the carnage unfolding before their eyes. All but one remained rooted to the spot, their gaze fixed on the lifeless form before them. Taking off their mask reveals a Black man with a scowl so deep in hatred that one would have thought he was the one who committed the murder. His dark brown eyes glower down at the body before being covered by the full face mask again. Quickly, he returned to the building, stomping down the velvet-covered stairs and pushing his way to the front of the small crowd around the crime scene.

As the crowd prayed, cried, and cursed the murderer to hell, the man's eyes focused on the wound on his neck. The gashes weren't a nice clean slice as if it were with a standard knife; they were thinner, deeper, and jagged with bits of flesh dangling and sticking out on the sides. No, a knife hadn't done this, but a set of claws-

"It was the Prowler!" a voice declared, "Look at the claw marks! That fucking bastard killed Alex!"

"I heard he's working with Fisk now. That fucking mammoth hated Alexander," another voice added, "He probably put a hit out."

"But on his wife's birthday? At a big event like this when we're all here?" A third chimed in. The second shook his head while pointing to Alexander's dead body.

"You don't know those men like I do; Alex was his number one enemy. When Fisk's family died, he asked Alex to help with some investments on some secret project; the hell if I know what it is. Alex said the fucker went batshit crazy when he lost his wife and was all over the news saying it too. It was supposed to be a wake-up call, but Fisk took that as disrespect and has been an enemy to the Blackwood family ever since. Dropping sponsorships, buying out companies, blocking his political power, I know that son of a bitch got something to do with this!"

The first voice suddenly reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a gun. "Fuck," he spat, "Fuck, fuck! To fucking hell with Fisk! I was THIS close to buying off those fucking votes! All that money gone to shit - where the FUCK is that purple bastard?! I'm putting a bullet through his head and then into Fisk's next!" With the sudden uproar, the first voice stormed back into the manor, which prompted others to do the same, all looking for the Prowler. He was already gone, however - he snuck out of the manor and into the thicket surrounding the manor, climbing onto his motorcycle and speeding off towards Brooklin. As he blares down the road, he tears off his mask again - brown eyes laced with a green envy hue as a single thought runs through his head.

That bitch stole my fucking kill.

Aaron swore to his momma that he’d never hit a girl, but this bitch was asking for it. It wasn’t the first time Black Cat had killed someone on his list; no, it’s been months since their first encounter. But for how long will this keep happening? The year is almost over, and he’s only been responsible for the deaths of four unlucky souls. Four, while she had six. Five of which were stolen right from his grasp. To say he was upset is an understatement. Annoyed? Oh, that’s long gone. Pissed? Maybe two months ago. Enraged? Closer, but not quite.

It’s gotten to the point where his work has become sloppy - disregarding his usual planned and strategic approach for a quicker and easier route just in case she was around. One time he even took a gunshot to his shoulder because of his blatant tunnel vision - Fisk gave him shit for it and benched him for a few weeks to heal before shoving him back into work. Aaron figures he’s going to be hooked on painkillers for a long while.

Speaking of the Kingpin, Aaron wasn’t sure how to explain what happened tonight, hell he doesn’t even know what happened tonight. All he knew was that he had only been at the party for around fifteen to twenty minutes before Sophia’s screams were heard. The party had only been going on for about ten minutes before he arrived, so within that thirty-minute window, Black Cat had arrived at the party, isolated Alexander, and killed him.

Based on his wounds, Aaron deduced that they weren’t deep enough to make a swift and easy kill. As he studied the evidence photos of Alexander after he hacked into the BPD police files, he zoomed in closely on the gashes. While it did look like claw marks, they were uneven and choppy. It wasn’t a clean strike either - it was slanted and angled more vertically than anything. A clear indication of a height difference, Aaron noted.

Alexander was six feet tall exactly; if Black Cat had struggled to get to his neck, she’d be closer to five feet in height, five feet and five inches at max. Aaron paused and wondered if she were wearing heels or platforms that night - it would make sense, considering she’d have to blend into a masquerade-styled party. That would put her shorter than five feet and five inches, the average height for women in Brooklyn. He wrote that down on a notepad and kept examining the photos.

The pieces of flesh that stuck out kept drawing his attention. It looked like the results of his prototype claw gauntlets. They were made of random and uncut metals that weren't accurately measured or maintained. The metal would often be too sharp or dull and get stuck underneath the victim’s skin due to the curvature of the claws. Once he drew back his hand, he would quite literally rip out the area of flesh he had made contact with. While it got the job done, it was a messy and loud kill, prompting him to update his weapon.

It was evident to Aaron that Black Cat’s weapon was similar to his prototype; however, one thing still bothered him - it was a silent kill. The initial contact had been on the side of his neck, still leaving enough airway to scream out for help or in pain. No one heard anything, and according to the witness statements, no one had noticed that Alexander was not present at the party. Aaron frowned at that detail - Alexander Blackwood wasn’t stupid. Someone, be it a guard or even his wife, had to have known he was separating himself from the partygoers. A man who has many enemies wouldn’t dare leave without alerting someone.

Another thing that bothered him was that Alexander wasn’t some snobby old rich guy. Blackwood was a black belt in his youth; he competed in and eventually founded various boxing matches and fight clubs across the United States. He was highly trained in artillery and probably would have been a military commander by now if he wasn’t in control of New York’s corrupt legal system. Simply put, Alexander Blackwood was a force to be reckoned with, just to be cut down by some female in a black leather jumpsuit. It just didn’t make sense.

All of Black Cat’s six kills before Alexander Blackwood had been young men and women of minor importance—quick money, as Aaron called it. The targets Fisk had assigned to the Prowler were gang leaders, drug dealers, and old henchmen whom Fisk no longer needed. This jump from stepping on an ant to straight-up maiming a lion was highly unusual for some uptown thief in a bodysuit. A whole year with little to no gains was starting to get to the mercenary; he needed to get to the bottom of this shit and quickly.

Aaron rubbed his hand across his face and turned towards another monitor, clicking on Google and searching up “Black Cat Brooklin.” He was hoping something new would pop up, but all he found were a few articles and stories he’d already researched.

There was a video that had gone viral a month ago; it was the CCTV footage of a jewelry store that the villainess had broken into. She wore her classic attire, mask, and a white straightened angled bob. Strolling around the store, she opened the displays and bagged all the merchandise, even trying on some and posing in a mirror hanging on the wall. Afterward, she shouldered the duffel bag, blew a kiss at the camera, and left out of the vent system she had used to get into the building. The uproar on memes and parodies of the event were all over Aaron’s feed for days. Women were gushing over her bad bitch aura, creating fan pages, and even going out and buying white wigs, dyes, and bundles just to look like her. And, of course, the men were practically fapping their dicks, saying how she was too delicate to go to prison, how they too would steal some shit in this economy; they were lowkey gassing her up more than the women did.

Aaron didn’t care enough to have an opinion; at that time, she was just some thief. But it’s different now, he thought, she’s more than a thief, she’s a killer. This year was the first year of her dipping her toes into homicide, and from Aaron’s knowledge, she hadn’t even been caught yet. Aaron wondered if those men and women would still support her after it’s exposed that she killed six people in over a year, but he figured they probably still would - the world is fucking crazy nowadays.

Right now at the moment, he was just mindlessly scrolling, clicking on the fan pages and profiles for any information he could gain on her. And then, after refreshing for the tenth time, a new video popped up titled “BLACK CAT HAS A NEW WEAPON (and it reminds me of someone 🤔) | New Look, New Tactics.” Aaron immediately clicked on the video and recognized the person in the commentary as an influencer who was one of the ones who made the robbing video famous by creating a whole trend based on it. The video started with random filler topics, which Aaron graciously skipped through before getting down to the central part of the video.

“Okay, guys, so let’s get to the tea; last night, Black Cat was seen scaling buildings and rooftops downtown with a new look, baby! Let’s look at what Miss Cat got going on for us,” the influencer starts, clicking on a Twitter thread showing a few off-guard pictures and videos of the thief.

“Oh, my God, you guys! Look at that fur, okay, hold on, I’m getting ahead of myself,” she laughed before viewing the first picture and zooming in. “Okay, first thing’s first, that hair, baby! Miss Cat said new hair, new me, and rocking this new do! Gone is her angled bob, replaced with these cute goddess passion twists; I love this! Of course, it’s colored in her signature platinum. Is it platinum? Platinum feels more yellow to me, maybe just plain white? Or maybe more like a frosty white, you know? Yeah, let’s go with that, haha! Edges are laid to perfection, makeup always looking fresh, ugh I’m telling all of you Miss Cat needs to open up shop cause I would pay-“

Aaron skipped ahead a little more; it’s nothing new that Black Cat constantly changed up her hairstyle and makeup looks. It's a smart move, considering how easy it is to track someone nowadays. Her indecisiveness is the sole reason no one has found out who she is; by the time they get comfortable with one look, it’s on to the next.

“Alright, so let’s talk about this new suit. So, I do get why most people say this isn’t a new suit. I mean, it is just the same suit with more fur, probably to keep warm since we are in winter, but I like to call it a new suit solely for these!” The influencer moves to the following picture, a close-up of Black Cat’s arms - which had two slender gauntlets with claw-like attachments. Aaron sat up and leaned towards the screen. Those looked familiar - real fucking familiar.

“That’s right, guys, Black Cat has a new weapon! This kitty has claws, and she is not afraid to use them! Many people say they love it; it’s on brand with the whole cat thing and a way better choice than the staff she used. I love the claws; they bring her a new, dangerous vibe. Like, before, she was just this common thief we all made jokes about, but now it’s like, damn, she's pretty serious about this. Miss Cat said to put some respect on her name; she isn’t any weak runt of the litter; she is THE Black Cat. Quit playing with her; this is serious business! Now, next, we have a quick little video of this new weapon in action, but before that, a quick word from our sponsor-“

Yeah, no, fuck that. Aaron skips again to where the video starts, and his leg bounces. There’s no way, there’s no fucking way, right? Right?

The video in the thread plays, and it shows Black Cat using the claws to climb up a brick wall, leaving significant scratch marks and puncture holes etched into the concrete. Then, once on top of the roof, she raises her hand and flexes it, which seems to trigger some mechanism as the claw part of the gauntlet shoots out and attaches itself to the edge of another roof two buildings across. Black Cat then runs and jumps off the roof she was currently on and uses the rope-like connection lodged between the claw part and the rest of the gauntlet. She swings towards the building, and on the video, the connection shortens, creating a grappling hook. The video shows her safely landing and repeating the action for another building before it ends.

The video cuts back to the influencer as she comments, “So, as we can see, it’s like a grappling hook, kind of? That’s cool; I wish I had a grappling hook. Then I could properly get to work on time when there’s traffic-“

Aaron exits the video before finding the Twitter thread and checking the comments. There are screenshots of the gauntlet from different angles and a few claims that it had sometimes glowed purple. After reading more and more comments about the description of the gauntlet, Aaron leans back in his chair and blinks.

That’s my gauntlet, he thinks; that’s my prototype.

Immediately, he calls Fisk - the one person Aaron trusted enough to leave the prototype with due to his high-security level warehouses and marked a sign of mutual trust between the two business partners. After quickly catching Fisk up to date, Fisk left to check the warehouse himself before confirming that the prototype was indeed missing - stating that they had numerous techs slowly disappear since the end of the previous year but couldn’t pin who it was or how they broke in.

The whole reason he wanted Alexander dead was because he was the only other person who knew where Fisk’s warehouses were, so the Kingpin thought he was the one who did it. Regardless, Fisk seemed intrigued that Aaron had made the connection to Black Cat, but Aaron was too busy breathing fire to even tune in on what the Kingpin was saying, causing him to drop the line altogether.

Aaron could feel the uncomfortable heat of anger creeping up his spine and seeping into his brain, as he returned to the thread and checked the new comments.

It didn't take long before the public started to bring up the Prowler’s weapon and their similarities. After rewatching the video five more times, Aaron noticed the prototype was tampered with. Every major flaw Aaron had trouble with had been fixed to a degree. Aaron closed his eyes and leaned back, his leg bouncing rapidly before suddenly stopping.

“It’s my prototype, he mumbles, “And she fixed it. She took my shit and made it better.” He slowly opens his eyes; green envy returns to his dark brown eyes. “First, she steals my kills, and now she steals my tech,” he chuckles before laughing and slamming his palm down onto his desk. “I am,” he laughs, “I am going to fucking end this bitch.”

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Hi! I don't know if you accept requests or not (it's cool if you don't!) But do you have any hc about Aaron discovering he has a daughter? Lol. And what would be Miles reaction. Okay, thank you. Bye :D

Hi Anon👋, I’m not really taking requests but I had to jump on this one. However I can't promise all future requests being answered quickly because I've got studies to focus on but I will try and do as best as I can. I feel like this request was made based on the headcannon I had made up. Absolutely love love love it and I'm happy to write it. Now let's get on with it shall we.

Oh and btw, He would be a Girl dad right. I can't see it any other way.

"Girl if you don't call this man now, I will track him myself."

"Ok I heard you, I'll call. Just in my own time. I promise I will call."

"Fine. Gotta go now but he's got to know now ok. You can't do this alone."

I mutter under my breath something she can't hear. "Psh yes I can."

Homegirl leaves and I'm stuck here with a phone number struggling to call it. It's been long. Will he even remember me? Why I am scared? I'm a grown woman for goodness sake, just do it.

"Fuck it."

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Aaron arrives at his place at the early hours of a new day. However he just wants to collapse in bed and forget about yet another near death experience. All gear on the floor only left in boxers and bandages and dried up blood. He escaped gunshots but not the sharp end of the blade. A non life threatening gash on his arm and the side of his abdomen. Chugged a few pills and was ready to get knocked into sleep.

Not even five minutes into sleep, his phone vibrates on his night stand. Great another thing to do. He semi consciously picked the phone and answered without looking at the name id. Not that there was one.

"Hello," he answers. Not a word back. If these scam callers where trying him he was going to find whoever they were and end it there.

He kisses his teeth and no longer wanting to entertain whoever disrupted his not so deep sleep.

"Is this Aaron?" Hearing his name got him into defensive mode but relaxed a bit when it was from a feminine voice.

"Who'er you?"

The woman tells her name and it rings a faint bell in Aarons head. He's heard the name before. Where though?

"Do I know you?"

She seemed a bit hesitant to tell but she spit it out anyway after taking a deep breath. "We've hooked up a few times many months ago."

In his head he's thinking it's another chick wanting to see him again or wanting to move things further by being in a relationship with him. Makes it clear to them from the start that it's not like that at all then blocks them. It boosts his ego a little.

"Look, I thought I had made it clear that it was a two-three time thing then we don't talk anymore. I'm not looking for relationship or sum," he said immediately to clear any confusion.

"What? That's not it. I have something very important to tell you," she says.

Nothing could have prepared him for what she had to say next. She sounded nervous before she took a breath to speak.

"Well...... I ended up pregnant. I gave birth to a healthy baby. I found your number and called to let you know. Listen and listen carefully. If you want nothing to do with the baby, that is fine. I just thought you should know. I didn't say anything while I was pregnant because I was focusing on me and my baby and in case something might have happened. And I didn’t have it in me to get an abortion," she said so clearly and calmly.

He heard right? Oh he heard right. Was he too tired and drugged up to believe it or was this for real. She gives him the time to process the news. Once all her words were digested he asks…

“You sure it’s mine? How do you know it ain’t anyone else’s?” He asks confidently.

She takes some air in quickly as if being accused of whoring around. She wasn’t gonna let that slide.

“You’re that last person I slept with. Even then I wasn’t hoe. Never was, never will be ok. Look we were both careless. We didn’t use condoms but I was on birth control which ultimately proved that it’s not as effective as I thought it would be. I’m giving you the choice to come see the baby or to leave the matter completely.”

She was serious in her tone. So believable. Maybe it was the tiredness causing him not to think straight but…..

“Send me your address.”

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I could not sit still. Walking back and forth trying to find something to do to distract me. It's still early morning, slight heavy rain falling and sliding from the top to the bottom of the window. The baby was ok, asleep in the bouncer, slowly rocking. I try to sit on the sofa but my leg just keeps bouncing, with the tv on but not my attention on it.

That dreaded call ended about an hour ago and by the sound of his voice, he was serious.

I flinch at the sound of the buzzer. “Hello?”

“It’s Aaron.”

With not many words I buzz him in. Now in a few moments things could go right or left. This is right, right? I gave him options. That's a good thing right? I definitely didn't want to be one of those women who don't let fathers see their child for no reason. Thoughts stop swirling when there is finally a knock on the door. No more time for hesitation but the doorway felt so far.

Aaron POV

I'm soaked from the rain. It took me being inside the apartment complex to realise. All this time it wasn't on my mind that it was pouring outside. There's an elevator but the stairs seem quicker. I skip a step each time until I'm in front of her door. No time to hesitate. I put my fist against the door to knock.

The door opens with her standing behind it. I most definitely remember now. I’ve been with her more times than I’d like to admit honestly. Can’t lie it was the best, not that I’d admit it to her face. Now seeing her, she has a glow that I hadn't seen before.

"Hi"

"Hi umm sorry bout being soaked, its raining like shit outside."

She gives a small laugh and tells me to come in. I remember I've been here before a couple times. Her place always smelt nice and looked clean. I take my jacket off and hang it by the door. I follow her down the short corridor to the living area. We both turn to the living room.

"Well. Here she is."

In the corner of the room, a baby swing with the smallest human possible as cute as can be a sleep, protected from world. I sit on the sofa before my legs give out. She said 'she'. A girl. I have a daughter. I hold my head in my hands. She sits next to me and put a hand on my leg to calm me down.

"I know it's a lot to process. Believe me. I had the same reaction when I found out I was pregnant. All the worries left when I first held her. It was instant love. Sorry I kept it from you."

"Nah I get it. Whats her name?"

"Her name is Tiana."

"Its a beautiful name."

I don't know what came over me but the need to protect her came out of nowhere. Protect her from every evil out there. It's crazy to think she is a part of me. But what about me? It on dawns me that I hold the role of prowler. Am I good enough for her? Am I strong enough to protect her? Am I man enough to be her father. Am I going to end up abandoning her like my father did? All these thoughts consuming me all at once.

"Would you like to hold her?"

I look at her and she has a reassuring smile encouraging me to hold her. "I don't know how."

"Neither did I but I learned."

She stands and walks over to this sleeping angel. She picks her up and walks up to me. I hadn't met Miles until he was a couple months old, so I have no experience in holding a newborn. I sit up and back and open my hands. She's so small. I don't think I've seen something so precious in my life. My hands are almost the same size as her.

"Don't be scared. Here, move your arm to support her neck and then your other hand holds the side."

She helps me hold her comfortably. With all this fuss she moves around waking from her sleep. Shit here it comes. Big brown eyes stare at me with a twinkle in them. We are both strangers to each other but she has to have trust in me and I never would dream of breaking that trust. A grown man like shouldn't be feeling emotional but here I am. She was right. It was love at first sight.

"She's so beautiful."

"I know right. Big eyes, a cute nose and a head full of hair. She got that part from me."

We both break out into a short laugh.

I hesitate to ask the following questing seeing as we are not together. "What's her last name?"

"I put mine and your last name together hyphenated. If you don't mind."

"It's nice."

We spend the rest of the day just talking, actually getting to know each other. She works as a nurse at a hospital, I told her I do engineering which isn't a lie. I use it as a cover up from what I do other times.

"I have a nephew, my older brothers son. His names Miles. He probably would wanna meet Tiana. Is that cool."

"I don't mind, it's cool she has cousin."

We met at a diner, we talked and it seemed like we were both after the same thing. No relationship but a stress relief. Semi strangers with benefits kinda thing. No personal questions and no feelings.

Looking at it now, that might change now that she had birthed my daughter. Speaking of her she starts stirring in my arms and looks like she's about to cry. Her lips quiver and starts crying. It's hasn't even been ten minutes and I've failed.

"She's probably just hungry. Let me feed her."

I slowly had her over to mom. All of a sudden she lifts the side of top and puts a boob in her mouth. This looks private so I look away to the whatever was playing to the tv. She starts laughing at me though.

"What? It's not like you've never seen them before."

True. I can't look at breasts the same. All this time they were just sexual thing to me but its not even like that. It's a personal connection between mother and child. I change the subject. I ask her how old Tiana is and she tells me only four days old.

"So you're fresh out the hospital then? Was it not hard?"

"It was hard. I couldn't drive because I was still sore from giving birth, so my friend drove me back home. She's been such a help these past few days. Cooking and cleaning for me but she does have a job and her own family to take care of."

"Hold on. Don't you only get a few weeks off work before you have to go back."

"Yeah. Around twelve weeks and then I have to go back to work. Some weeks are even unpaid."

"Well that's stupid."

"Tell me about it but hey, I didn't build the system. Here burp her."

She hands her to me then leaves.

"Where you goin. I don't know how to do this."

"Relax I'm just getting her cloth so she doesn't throw up on you"

She can back as fast as she left, put a pink cloth on my shoulder and move her to my shoulder.

"Just pat her back until she burps."

She gets up to leave and looks like she's heading into the kitchen.

"What you bout to do now."

"I'm a bout to cook. You've got her so I have the time to."

"Nah order some food. Get some rest."

Took some time going back and forth but she sat down. Same time as Tiana finally burps. I move to get my wallet and hand it over to her.

"You know you have a lot of faith in a stranger."

"Same stranger that birth our baby."

"Hilarious."

She orders some food. Time goes by and it eventually comes. We ate, talked. Looking outside, I realise time has gone by fast. Looks like it time me to leave. I get to lay her down back to sleep in her swing.

"Looks like I gotta go now."

"Oh umm thanks for stopping by and seeing her. You make a great father you know."

Her words struck me to my heart. I want to be the best dad to her. Better than my father ever was to me and Jeff.

"Come by anytime. Oh here's your card."

"You hold on to that."

I grab my jacket, say my last goodbyes to both of them but man I so don't wanna leave. I might come back tomorrow. I grab my phone and start calling.

"Hello?"

"Jeff. I need to talk to you."

"Talk."

"I have a daughter."

"That poor woman."

"Ay now ain't the time for games. Me and her we cool. Yeah we were irresponsible but I stepped up. Think about it, you're an uncle now."

"I've been an uncle. Rio has siblings that have children."

"On our side stupid. Anyway can I take Miles to see her tomorrow?"

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*The next day*

Jeff has allowed Miles to come with me to see Tiana. But he doesn't know that. I'm trying to surprise his since he wanna keep asking questions talking bout 'how come I don't have a cousin on your side?'.

"So what spot are we painting today."

"We're not doing that."

"We've been walking for so long. Where are we going?"

"You'll see man, just be a little patient. Don't wanna ruin the surprise."

"Surprise!?"

We arrive at apartment complex. I ring up and I'm let inside. The confused looks on his face makes me just wanna laugh but I can't give it away. We get to the door, knock on it and wait.

"Hi guys, come in."

Miles walks shyly behind me until we turn the living room.

"Miles meet your baby cousin, Tiana."

The look on his face is just priceless. Ain't never seen him so confused. He looks at me then at her mother then at Tiana again.

"You have a daughter. Wait does that make you my auntie?"

"Umm well..."

"Yes it does. See I told you. All those questions bout 'how come I don't have an auntie'. Well you got one now."

"It's nice to meet you Miles. Your uncle has told me a lot about you."

He breaks into a nervous laugh. "Unfortunately I haven't heard about you but it's nice to meet you. So uhh how you guys meet?"

Silence

"That's not important. Here come hold her."

Needless to say besides Miles being so puzzled, he was so happy that he has a little cousin. Since then Miles had come to visit and see her many times after school and during the weekend and has seen her grow. Rio and Jeff came later on with gifts. Rio was beyond excited. Jeff was just as surprised as Miles.

"Your family is really nice, I like them a lot."

"Yeah. I've got a present for you too."

I take her down stair to the parking area. Her eyes could have popped out their sockets. Her mouth open so wide, you'd thing her jaw dislocated. In front of us a white Range.

"Oh my gosh Aaron wha- what's this?"

I dangle the keys infant of her and drop them in her hands.

"People call it a 'push present' if I'm correct. Oh and that card, spend it on our daughter."

"You are spoiling her to the core and she doesn't even know what money is."

"Only the best for my baby girl. Besides I wanna try this mom and dad thing. That's if you want to?"

"We could do that."

A/N - Honestly, I'm not to sure I did a really good job on this one I can't lie. I might have to reread it again like ten times and make tweaks to it. But let me know in the comments.

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Miles (1610) HC's

Very good at basketball during middle school and high school. Holds back since he became Spiderman.

Has an allowance if he completes the chores he has. Taking out the trash when it's full, keeping his room clean (shoves everything under his bed) and ironing his uniform every week

Discovered NWA and from then it was BANNED in the Morales household.

Plans to collect almost every colour and model for Jordans.

Loves cartoon. Ben 10 and Phineas and Ferb, Regular show, adventure time.

Played baby Jesus in the church play as a baby. The church had every character except someone to represent baby Jesus. Rio stepped up with a 4 month old Miles. She played Mary too.

Was distant to his parents for a while when started at Brooklyn middle. When he heard that he was moving school against his wishes, he packed a small bag and went to his uncles house for the weekend.

Miles loves his parents. He just wishes they could see somethings in his perspective.

Aaron called Jeff to let him know he's at his place and is cool with it. Miles spent the whole weekend venting to his uncle how its not fair. Aaron reassured him that his a smart kid and that they are lucky to have him.

Has asked his why he doesn’t have an aunty yet.

Looks up to his Uncle. He is so cool to him. Had the most fun when he used to spend the night being looked after by him.

Could not forgive himself after witnessing his uncle death. What if he just didn't become Spiderman.

Had written a speech at his uncles funeral but couldn't bring himself to read it. So Rio read it for him.

Spray painting just doesn't feel the same anymore to him. He does it as a way to try feel closer to him.

When he was looking everywhere for his laptop, he found a photo album he had not seen before. This included photos of Jeff and Aaron when they were younger, getting along like brothers. Pictures of Rio when she was younger and what looks like to be partying with friends.

Has the idea that if his parents don't allow him to go out and party, he will us these photos as blackmail.

Cant wait until he starts going to University. Wants more freedom in his life.

Hangs out with Ganke while at school and with his old friends at the weekend.

Was taught by aunt May how to fix and make more web fluid before she left for Florida.

Has so much respect for Hobie. Despite only knowing him for less than a day.

Likes to listen to conversations when he goes to the barber. Too shy to talk back tho.

Has a grip on that taper fade cut.

Sometimes the he's bored, he like to annoy his mum with some 'Spanglish' and runs away before she can grab her slipper.

Is smart in his classes but has a class rival. Always competing for the highest test score and grade. Has a smug smile when he wins. Has a confused pout when he loses.

His favourite subject is physics but enjoys chemistry experiments.

Once asked his parents have sibling but not him when he was younger.

Wanted to make a Spiderman Instagram and Tiktok account but let it go when he realised the government might look for him.

Helps kids that are being bullied by intimidating the bully. Try to be educational at first but it didn't work.

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Hobie HC's

Is of Jamaican descendant. His grandparents moved to England from Jamaica because of the job opportunities.

Has 5 older sisters and he's the youngest. (Knows how to treat women)

Is his dads favourite child.

Knows how to cook Jamaican dishes and does it passionately.

He loves jerk chicken. (Who doesn't?)

Has a big family. Uncles and aunties and a whole bunch of cousins ranging from 30s to babies.

Very family orientated before he was bitten.

Is distant to them now so they won't be in danger. Only close to his immediate family but only see them a few times.

His extended family think he's a rebel and a disappointment but they don't know him like his family do.

Excelled at school even though he thinks the school system is fraud.

Got his first piercing when he was 14. Asked his 5th born sister to go with him.

Had a hard time hiding the fact he is Spiderman until he found a place of his own. Small cheap apartment.

Hates politicians.

If some of them were campaigning to be Prime Minister he would would play his guitar on multiple speakers on high volume to disturb.

Has a good amount of money from when he modelled. Designers were begging him to model their latest outfits because they loved his look. Tall and slim. Immediately quit after big brands were after him. Did not want that kind of attention.

Prefers to do small shows with his band.

Was given so many numbers on pieces of paper from girls backstage.

Does not call any of them.

When he met Miles, got the need to protect him like an older brother. Was a nice change for him.

Has been suspicious of Miguel but doesn't show it. Waited till something happened aka Miles.

Can sip Wray and Nephews and not feel a thing. He has a limit tho.

Has a folder of drawings from kids that draw him.

Is an uncle to a nephew and two nieces. Sends them gifts 'from uncle Hobs'.

Check out the Miles 1610 HC’s right here

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Aaron Davis HC's

Still has vinyl records that he and Jefferson used to steal from when they were younger.

Many girls had a crush on him during high school.

The 'hey' technique worked somehow.

Sleeps with satin sheets

Has the best colognes known to man. You could smell him from a distance.

Take precious care of his goatee.

Is not in a relationship but has a few one night stands/booty calls from time to time. He feels like his job doesn't allow him the freedom of a good relationship with someone.

Plays R&B songs when he's in his feelings. Only 90s and 2000s

Has a really good singing voice. Just DOES NOT and WILL NOT sing in front of anyone.

Actually has an engineering job as a cover. And is really good at it.

Has had a few nightmares of some of the women he's hooked up with coming to his door with kids he didn't know of.

Imagines what life would be like if he was never the prowler. Would he get married? Would he have children?

Did not talk to Jeff for a while when he found out he joined the police academy. He feels betrayed because he remembers the violence he witnessed from them in their neighbourhood growing up.

Sent a baby care package to Jeff and Rio when he heard Miles was born.

Vowed to try and be the best uncle to his nephew.

Brought Miles his pair of Jordans.

Has a lot of money from working as prowler and has made it clean so the bank won't be suspicious.

Has a written a will because he's sure something will go bad at some point, just doesn't know when. Majority of money will go to Miles' college fund. His property will go to him once he turns 18.

Couldn't wait for miles to grow into a young man so he can teach him about life things.

Has looked after Miles as a kid when both Jeff and Rio were working night shifts.

Loves classic 'hood' movies. Like Boyz n the hood, juice and more

Briefly jealous of Jeff lifestyle. Not the cop part.

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- I’M GONNA CLAW THOSE PRETTY LITTLE EYES OUT

Chapter 1: Green Eyed Monster

A/N: To say this wasn’t rushed would be a bold face lie. I’m even rushing as I write this because I have an exam in three minutes. It is hella unedited and needs better formatting, but I’ll go back and fix some stuff up later. If you enjoyed this chapter, let me know through the reblog option or just dm me! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! I hope you have a wonderful day or night, bye angel!

Blackwood Manor loomed on the outskirts of New York like a gothic monolith, its sprawling grounds shrouded in mist and mystery. Perched atop a hill overlooking the bustling city below, its imposing design was a testament to the wealth and power of its enigmatic owner, the elusive billionaire Alexander Blackwood. The grandeur of the mansion enveloped the night like a cloak of decadence, its opulence a stark contrast to the darkness that seeped through its polished corridors. Usually, the manor would lay dormant and dark, with no sounds or persons going in or out. However, tonight was a special night, a masquerade-themed birthday, of whom it belonged to but none other than Alexander Blackwood's own spouse. She was different from her loner husband - a city girl and an active member of New York's rich folk. Such a figure would earn as many friends and connections as possible - and she invited them all. Within the manor's walls, the wealthy elite danced and revealed, their laughter echoing against the marble floors as they indulged in the spoils of their privilege. Among them, Alexander's favorite niece, Sofia Blackwood, navigated the sea of masked faces, her steps hesitant as she struggled to mask her discomfort beneath a façade of poise and grace. That night, she mustered the courage to ask her uncle to fund her college education, considering that her parents disapproved of her choice of study and promised to cut ties if she pursued it.

The air was heavy with the scent of expensive perfumes and the sickly sweetness of excess, but beneath it, a palpable tension lurked—a sense of impending doom that clung to the shadows like a vengeful specter. As the night wore on and inhibitions faded, Sofia was drawn to a secluded balcony overlooking the sprawling gardens below. She needed a moment to think, to gather herself before locating her uncle. There, amidst the ivy-covered trellises and moonlit fountains, she stumbled upon a sight that would forever haunt her nightmares. A figure lay sprawled across the cold stone tiles—a man, his once-immaculate tuxedo now stained with the crimson evidence of his demise. His eyes, wide with terror, stared unseeing into the night while multiple grotesque gashes marred his throat, the blood still warm and viscous against his pallid skin.

Sofia recoiled in horror, bile rising in her throat as she struggled to comprehend the brutality of the scene before her. The metallic tang of blood filled her nostrils, and she fought to suppress the urge to retch as the reality of the situation washed over her in sickening waves. Instead of vomit coming out of her mouth, a guttural, heart-wrenching shriek replaced it. Multiple footsteps rush towards her before halting abruptly, filling the evening atmosphere with their own wails. Around her, the party descended into chaos, the revelry shattered by the specter of death that now loomed over them all. Sofia was grabbed by her mother and father and ushered into an enclosed room where she finally regurgitated her evening meal onto the pristine marble floors. Guests screamed and fled in panic, their masks slipping in their haste to escape the scene of the carnage unfolding before their eyes. All but one remained rooted to the spot, their gaze fixed on the lifeless form before them. Taking off their mask reveals a Black man with a scowl so deep in hatred that one would have thought he was the one who committed the murder. His dark brown eyes glower down at the body before being covered by the full face mask again. Quickly, he returned to the building, stomping down the velvet-covered stairs and pushing his way to the front of the small crowd around the crime scene. As the crowd prayed, cried, and cursed the murderer to hell, the man's eyes focused on the wound on his neck. The gashes weren't a nice clean slice as if it were with a standard knife; they were thinner, deeper, and jagged with bits of flesh dangling and sticking out on the sides. No, a knife hadn't done this, but perhaps, a set of claws-

"It was the Prowler!" a voice declared, "Look at the claw marks! That fucking bastard killed Alex!"

"I heard he's working with Fisk now. That fucking mammoth hated Alexander," another voice added, "He probably put a hit out."

"But on his wife's birthday?" A third questioned. The second shook his head while pointing to Alexander's dead body.

“You don't know those men like I do, Alex was his number one enemy. When Fisk's family died, he asked Alex to help with some investments on some secret project, the hell if I know what it is. Alex said the fucker went bat shit crazy when he lost his wife' n, pubicly announced it to. It was a wake up call but Fisk took that as disrespect and has been a little shit to the Blackwood family ever since. Dropping sponsorships, buying out companies, blocking his political power, I know that son of a bitch got something to do with this!"

The first voice suddenly reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a gun. "Fuck," he spat, "Fuck, fuck! To fucking hell with Fisk! I was this close to buying off those fucking votes! All that money gone to shit - where the FUCK is that purple bastard?! I'm putting a bullet through his head and then into Fisk's next!" With the sudden uproar, the first voice stormed back into the manor, which prompted others to do the same, all looking for The Prowler. He was already gone, however - he snuck out of the manor and into the thicket surrounding the manor, climbing onto his motorcycle and speeding off towards Brooklin. As he blares down the road, he tears off his mask again - brown eyes laced with a green envy hue as a single thought runs through his head.

That bitch stole my fucking kill.

Aaron swore to his momma that he’d never hit a girl, but this bitch was asking for it. It wasn’t the first time Black Cat had killed someone on his list, no, it’s been months since their first encounter. But for how long will this happen? The year is almost over, and he’s only been responsible for the deaths of four unlucky souls. Four, while she had nine. Five of which were stolen right from his grasp. To say he was upset is an understatement. Annoyed? Oh, that’s long gone. Pissed? Maybe three months ago. Enraged? Closer, but not quite. It’s gotten to the point where his work has become sloppy - disregarding his usual planned and strategic approach for a more quick and easy route just in case she was on her way. One time he even took a gunshot to his shoulder because of his blatant tunnel vision - Fisk gave him shit for it and benched him for a few weeks to heal before shoving him back into work. Aaron figures he’s gonna be hooked on pain killers for a long while.

Speaking of the Kingpin, Aaron wasn’t sure how to explain what happened tonight, hell he doesn’t even know what happened tonight. All he knew was that he had only been at the party for around fifteen to twenty minutes before Sophia’s screams were heard. The party had only been going on for about ten minutes before he arrived, so within that thirty minute window, Black Cat had arrived at the party, isolated Alexander, and killed him. Based on his wounds, Aaron deduced that they weren’t deep enough to make a swift and easy kill. As he studied the evidence photos of Alexander he had hacked into the police records for, he zoomed in closely on the gashes. While it did look like claw marks, they were uneven and choppy. It wasn’t a clean streak either - it was slanted and angled more vertically than anything. A clear indication of a height difference, Aaron noted. Alexander was six feet tall exactly, if Black Cat had struggled to get to his neck, she’d be closer to five feet in height, five feet and five inches at max. Aaron paused and wondered if she was wearing heels or platforms that night - it would make sense, considering she’d have to blend into a masquerade styled party. That would mean her true height would be even shorter, an important detail he wasn’t gonna look over. He wrote that down on a notepad and kept examining the photos. The pieces of flesh that stuck out kept drawing his attention. It looked like the results of his prototype claw gauntlets. They were made out of pieces of random and uncut metals that weren't accurately measured or maintained. The metal would often be too sharp or too dull, and would get stuck underneath the victim’s skin due to the curvature of the claws. Once he draws back his hand, he would quite literally rip out the area of flesh he had made contact with. While it got the job done, it was a messy and loud kill which prompted him to update his weapon. It was obvious to Aaron that Black Cat’s weapon was similar to his prototype, however there was still one thing that bothered him - it was a silent kill. The initial contact had been on the side of his neck, still leaving enough airway to scream out for help or in pain. Another thing that bothered him was the fact that Alexander wasn’t some snobby old rich guy. Blackwood was a black belt in his youth; he competed in and eventually managed various boxing matches and fight clubs across the United States. He was highly trained in artillery, and probably would have been a military commander by now if he wasn’t in control of New York’s corrupt legal system. To put it simply, Alexander Blackwood was a force to be reckoned with, just to be cut down by some female in a black leather jumpsuit with white fur.

Aaron rubbed his hand across his face and turned towards another monitor, clicking on Google and searching up “Black Cat Brooklin”. He found a few articles and stories, stuff he’s already researched before. There was a video that had gone viral a month ago, it was the CCTV footage of a jewelry store that the villainess had broken into. She was wearing her classic attire and mask, along with a new white straightened angled bob. Strolling around the store, she opened the displays and bagged all the merchandise, even trying on some and posing into a mirror that was hanging on the wall. Afterwards, she shouldered the duffel bag, blew a kiss at the camera, and left out of the vent system she had used to get into the building. The uproar on memes and parodies of the event were all over Aaron’s feed for days. Women were gushing over her bad bitch aura, creating fan pages, and even going out and buying white wigs, dye, and bundles just to look like her. And of course the men were practically fapping their dicks, saying how she was too fine to go to prison, how they too would steal some shit in this economy, lowkey gassing her up more than the women do. Aaron didn’t care to have an opinion, at that time she was just some female thief. But it’s different now, he thought, she’s more than a thief, she’s a killer. This was the first year of her dipping her toes into homicide and from Aaron’s knowledge she hasn’t even been caught yet. Aaron wondered if those men and women would still support her after it’s exposed that she killed nine people over the span of a year, but he figured they probably still would - the world is fucking crazy nowadays. Now he was just mindlessly scrolling, clicking on the fan pages and profiles for any sort of information he could gain on her. And then, after refreshing for the tenth time, a new video popped up titled “BLACK CAT HAS A NEW WEAPON (and it reminds me of someone 🤔) | New Look, New Villain”. Aaron immediately clicked on the video and recognized the person in the commentary as an influencer who was one of the ones who made the robbing video popular by creating a whole trend based on it. The video started with an ad and random filler topics which Aaron graciously skips through before getting down to the main part of the video.

“Okay guys so let’s get to the tea, so last night, Black Cat was seen scaling buildings and rooftops downtown with a whole new look baby! Let’s look at what Miss Cat got going on for us,” the influencer starts, clicking on a Twitter thread showing the few off guard pictures and videos.

“Oh, my God, you guys! Look at that fur, okay hold on I’m getting ahead of myself,” she laughed before viewing the first picture and zooming in. “Okay so, first thing’s first, that hair baby! Miss Cat really said new hair, new me and is stunting on y’all with this new do! Gone is her angled bob and is now replaced with this cute little goddess passion twists, I am loving this! Of course it’s in her signature platinum, is it platinum? Platinum feels more yellow to me, maybe just plain white? Or maybe more like a frosty white you know? Yeah let’s go with that, haha! Edges are laid to perfection, makeup always looking fresh, ugh I’m telling y’all Miss Cat needs to open up shop cause I would pay-“

Aaron skipped ahead a little more, Black Cat always changes up her hair style and makeup looks. A smart move, considering how easy it is to track someone nowadays. Her constantly changing is the sole reason why no one has found out who she is yet, by the time they get comfortable with one look it’s on to the next.

“Alright, so let’s talk about this new suit. So, I do get why most people are saying that this isn’t really a new suit, I mean it is just the same suit with more fur, probably to keep warm since we are in winter, but I like to call it a new suit solely for the purpose of these!” The influencer moves onto the next picture which is a close up on Black Cat’s arms - which had two slender gauntlets with claw-like protrusions on them. Aaron sat up and leaned towards the screen. Those looked familiar - really fucking familiar.

“That’s right guys, Black Cat has a new weapon! This kitty got claws and she is not afraid to use them! Now, a lot of people are saying that they love it, it’s on brand with the whole cat thing, and a way better choice than the staff she was using before. I personally love the claws, they bring a whole new dangerous vibe to her. Like, before she was just this common thief we all made jokes about but now it’s like, damn, she kinda serious about this. Miss Cat said to put some respect on her name, she ain’t no weak runt of the litter, she is THE Black Cat. Quit playing with her, this is serious business! Now next we have a quick little video of this new weapon in action but before that a quick word from our sponsor-“

Yeah no, fuck that. Aaron skips again as his leg starts to bounce. There’s no way, there’s no fucking way, right? The video in the thread plays and it shows Black Cat using the claws to climb up a brick wall, leaving behind large scratch marks etched into the concrete. Then once on top of the roof, she raises her hand and flexes her hand, which seems to trigger some sort of mechanism as the claw part of the gauntlet shoots out and attaches itself into the edge of another roof two buildings across. Black Cat then runs and jumps off the roof she was currently on and uses the rope-like connection lodged between the claw part and rest of the gauntlet. She swings towards the building and on the video, the connection shortens, creating a grappling hook. The video continues on to show her safety landing and moving and repeating the action for another building before it ends. “So as we can see, it’s like a grappling hook, kind of? That’s cool, I mean, I wish I had a grappling hook then I could properly get to work on time when there’s traffic-“

Aaron cuts off the video and sits there in his chair for a few moments before finding the twitter thread and checking the comments. There’s a few screenshots of the gauntlet from different angles, as well as a few claims that it had glowed purple at times. That’s my gauntlet, he thinks, that’s my prototype.

Immediately, he calls Fisk - the one person Aaron safely left the prototype with due to his high security level warehouses as well as a sign of mutual trust between the two business partners. After quickly catching Fisk up to date, Fisk left to check the warehouse himself before confirming that the prototype was indeed missing - stating that they had numerous tech slowly disappear since the end of the previous year, but couldn’t pin who it was or how they broke in. In fact the whole reason why he wanted Alexander dead was because he was the only other person who knew where Fisk’s warehouses were, so the Kingpin thought he was the one who did it. Regardless, Fisk was clearly enthralled that Aaron had made the connection to Black Cat, but Aaron, pissed that Fisk just allowed this to happen, hung up on the Kingpin.

Aaron could feel the uncomfortable heat of anger creeping up his spine and seeping into his brain, causing graphic imagery of the gauntlet Black Cat is using malfunctioning and causing her to fall to her death - brains splattered on the ground. Or perhaps she would die from her own hand - Aaron imagines him in his Prowler getup, taking Black Cats arm and twisting it so that the claws get lodged and stuck in her own flesh, hearing her screams of anguish and pain. After rewatching the video five more times, Aaron closes his eyes and leans back, his leg bouncing at a rapid speed before suddenly stopping. “It’s my prototype, he mumbles, “And she’s far more skilled with it than I was.” He slowly opens his eyes, green envy once again returns upon his dark brown eyes. “First she steals my kills, and now she steals my tech,” he chuckles before breaking out into a laugh and slamming his palm down onto his desk. “I am,” he laughs, “I am going to fucking end this bitch.”

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Classmate

Miles x black fem reader

(Not my image)

Summary - Y/n delivers a textbook to Miles’ house when he forgets it in maths class.

The extra curricular maths class is over. I attended because we have an exam next week. I really don't know why I stayed, I don't think I needed it. It's only a few students that went after school. The teachers words are just gibberish because I'm too tired to listen. The bell rings and everyone immediately starts packing up to leave this place to enjoy their weekend. I'm a bit slow in packing my things making me the last one to leave.

"Oh Y/n!"

I was literally by the doorway when Mrs Williams called me. I put on an award winning fake smile and walk to her desk. She's not buying though.

"You can stop the act."

*Sigh* "Was it that obvious?"

"I'm a black woman too okay. Don't get me started."

We both share a small laugh before she continues talking.

"Mr Morales over here has left his text book. Could you go and give it to him. I'll write his address on this paper. Usually, I wouldn't do this but we have an exam next week and I have a feeling he might need it over the weekend."

She writes it on a piece of paper and hands it to me. I read and it doesn't seem too far. Just in the opposite direction I go. I walk outside and start heading in the direction of the address. I really haven't walked here before but it looks pretty lively. There's a basketball court with guys my age playing, music blasting but in an enjoyable way and everyone talking to each other.

I reach the apartment building. I go to press the buzzer but someone was making their way out and held the door for me. I walk inside and up the stairs. I check the paper again to be sure. Third floor. Ok In that moment I realise how awkward this could be. I mean we barely talk. The only time we do is when we are put in groups to work together. Nothing else.

I knock on the door and wait. I can hear a lady talking. Spanish I think. I couldn't hear another person so she must have been on the phone. The locks on the door unlock and the door opens showing a lady in scrubs and an apron on top. The aroma of well seasoned food graces my nose. But that's not the focus.

She looks at me with an eyebrow raised. I think I should introduce myself before I die of awkwardness. I take a peek at her name tag. Rio Morales

"Umm hi Mrs Morales?"

"That's me."

"I'm Y/n and I'm just here to deliver Miles' maths textbook, he forgot it in class and we have an exam next week. Our teacher thought that he might need it so that he can study over the weekend."

She looks me up and down like the security guard at school. All of a sudden I feel like in hiding illegal substances. Her expression changes to a soft one. She's balancing her phone between her ear and shoulder.

"Oh come in."

"Wait but-"

She continues her conversation on the phone and walks to the kitchen. What now? I look at the time on my phone. Its 4:48 and I really should be home by now. I close the door and I peek into the kitchen to where she is. She finishes her conversation on the phone with a 'girl bye, talk to you later'.

She looks at me and I stand up straight. I've been taught by my dad to make a good impression and to respect elders, only when necessary. "I didn't know Miles a 'girl' friend." She did the two finger gesture at the word 'girl'.

"Well we're just classmates really." I give an awkward laugh to sorts ease the tension inside me. "Umm Mrs Morales I really shou-"

"Would you like something to eat. I cooked a lot so there is plenty"

The food she was cooking smelt so good. I haven't smelt something like this since my mom died. My stomach was begging for it but should I really. She has this smile on her face that is so convincing. Why not.

"Let me call home first."

"Ok"

I call and someone picks up the phone.

"Y/n where are you? You should have been home by now. You have me worried sick."

"Yeah, sorry Jay. I had to deliver something to a classmate. His mother offered for me stay for dinner. If that's cool with you."

"A friend? Oh how nice. Sure you can stay over. Don't stay too long though. Ok bye now"

I thought she would be my saving grace but no. Jadyn is my neighbour and is looking after me whilst my dad is out on deployment. She's always telling me that I need to make friends. I do have friends, in LA.

I cut the phone and look at Mrs Morales who has a waiting look on her face. "I can stay over."

"That's good. My husband should be back in a minute and Miles..... where's Miles?"

I take my jacket off and hook it by the door and place my bag in a corner. I take off my shoes and place them to where other shoes are.

"Well since I'm here I can help you. If you don't mind."

"Oh sure. You can set the table for me."

She hands me plates, cutlery and mats. I place them nicely with the fork on the left and the knife on the right. I place the extra mats in the middle for the food. The door opens and this big guy in a cop uniform walks in. I freeze in my spot.

"Hey Jeff, welcome home." Rio goes and hugs him and kiss his cheek. I look away though.

"Hi. Who's this?" He asks looking at me through those dark glasses. I can feel the intense look.

"This is Y/n. Miles friend at school."

Again with the 'friend'. I barely know the boy. We've only had a few interactions at school.

"Nice to meet you Mr Mora-" I had put my hand out to shake his.

"What brings you here." He takes his jacket and hat off to hang it.

Well, that hurt.

"I was just delivering Miles' maths textbook. He had forgotten it in class so I was leaving it here for him because we have an exam next week."

"Oh ok. What do your grades look like?"

"Jeff stop."

"What? I'm just making sure she ain't a bad influence on Miles. Speaking of you don't happen to be keeping Miles later than usual?"

"N-no sir. I'm a straight A student at school."

Now he was inspecting me from head to toe. I know the feeling. My dad did that if he thought I was doing something suspicious or making sure my room was clean. I get put on the spot, especially by people of authority.

"What do your parents do?"

Oh damn. Here we go. I always hate this part. When I tell them they have a look of pity and I don't like it. They start treating me like I'm fragile.

"Umm my mom died when I was a kid." I look down so I don't have to see their faces morph into sorrow. I finally look up and of course they look sorry for me. I give a small smile. "That was many years ago, it doesn't bother me too much." I try to brush it off.

"Oh gosh. I'm so sorry."

"My dad on the other hand is a staff sergeant in the army."

Both their eyes widen. Mrs Morales in amazements and Mr Morales in an "oh crap" kinda look. That the look I always get after telling people my dad is in the army and his rank shocks them. I bet he feels bad for assuming I was a bad kid and intimidating me. At that same time the door opens again revealing Miles.

"Sorry I'm late. I was at the library studying for next weeks maths exam."

We all look at him. This guy is in so much trouble. He looks back and notices me. Lord help this boy.

"Oh Y/n, what are you doing here?" he asks confused.

"Oh you where at the library. Wow Jeff we have a smart and dedicated son right." Rio cheerfully says.

"Oh yeah, I'm very proud. So what topic where you studying?"

"Umm you know algebra, trigonometry and stuff."

"Oh what were you using?"

"My maths textbook."

Lord send an angel to take me now. The sarcasm is so present in the room. How can he not detect it? But at the same time I wanna watch. Both Mr and Mrs Morales give each other an unimpressed look. It's about to go down (insert Kevin Hart voice).

"Ok Mr 'I was at the library' answer this question. How can you study when your maths book is on the table?" His mom asks.

He glances at the table behind me and sees his textbook laying there.

"Y/n here has kindly come to drop your book here since you left it at school. Isn't that so nice of her hmm?" The tone in her voice is so unsettling. I would melt if I was Miles. Caught in a lie. Miles then looks at me. I feel guilty for bringing his book. Wait that ain't right, it's not my fault for the kind gesture.

"Anyway, dinners ready. We'll talk about this later. Y/n is staying over for dinner. She set the table so nicely."

His mom goes back into the kitchen to dish the food. His dad goes to sit at the table and Miles lays his stuff on the sofa in defeat and sits next to his dad. I shuffle to the kitchen to continue helping.

Now we are all seated at the table. His dad at the head of the table, his mom next to him, Miles opposite her and me next to her. But other than that, food looks great. I sit with my hands to my side. I don't want to make the first move.

"Let's say grace shall we."

They each other’s hands. I follow the same suit. I do this with my dad when he's home. His mom starts to pray.

"Lord may you bless this food we are about to eat, bless the people in this house.... even if they attempt to lie. Amen."

Talk about shade. I'm sure the heavens felt that. Now we are eating in silence. It's fine because the food is so delicious.

"So y/n, you said your dad is a staff sergeant. How long has he been in the army?"

I swallow my food and answer the question. "He's been in the army for 22 years now. He's 45 now so he was 23 when he joined."

We eventually finish eating. The conversations flow nicely without any awkwardness. However Miles hasn't said a thing. Kinda forgot he was here.

"Miles clear the plates." Without a word he hurry's to do the dishes. While his mom and dad are talking about their day at work I go to the kitchen to help him out. I grab a dish towel that's on the counter and start drying the dishes.

"Sorry if I got you in trouble."

"It's not your fault, it was for a good reason. I shouldn't have lied in the first place."

"Call me a detective or something but I think you had paint on your face. I don't think your parents noticed."

He pauses and looks at me. He clears his throat and discreetly says "Spray painting."

"Oh word?"

He nods his head and continues with the plates.

"Anyway thanks for bringing my book."

"Don't thank me, it was Mrs Williams' idea. I was just about to head home when she stopped me. Then your mom asked me to stay for dinner. Btw your parents are so intimidating but nice at the same time."

He laughs. He has a cute laugh.

"I think a dad in the army is more intimidating if I say so. I think you had my dad a bit shook. What does your mom do?"

"Uh my mom was a nurse."

"Was?"

"She died when I was a child, too young to remember."

"Oh I'm sorry about that."

"It's ok. Anyway, we've finished now. I have to get going home. It's dark now."

"Thanks for helping out. See you at school then."

"Yeah."

We bothwalk to the dinning area. This grabs his parents attention. "Uh I have to get going now. Thanks for the meal Mrs Morales, it was really nice."

"Oh darling, it's fine. Hope to see you again. But it's dark now, I'm sure Jeff can give you a ride."

He happily agrees and gets up to put his jacket on. I put my shoes and jacket on and pick up my bag. I say goodbye to Mis and his mom. I can see Miles say something behind his mom without her noticing. He said 'pray for me'. Oh yeah he's still in trouble. I close the door and walk downstairs with his dad.

I give him the address and it's a silent ride. I'm not complaining though. I open the door and Jadyn is already by the door.

"Y/n it's dark out and....... what have you done?"

She notices the cop behind me.

"Oh this is Miles' dad, he gave me a ride home. You know, my 'friend'.

"Oh well thank you Mr Morales for bringing her home, hope she wasn't any trouble."

"Not at all. It's my son that's in trouble. It was nice to have you y/n."

With that he leaves.

"Miles huh? Sounds like a boy name." She's smirking at me.

"No" I leave for my room before she can say anything else. I jump on bed thinking about today. Today was ok. That interacting with Miles was fun. I'm glad I stayed after all.

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Awwwww. You gonna make me cry. This my first time writing, honestly. I was a bit skeptical but oh well. I’m happy you love it. I’ll try make as much as possible.

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I have a oneshot request/idea (only if you want to and think it’s a good idea). The the oneshot idea is that Y/n is bored and hesitantly asks joker what life is like in Arkham asylum, what it’s like being on the run, what’s it like to come face to face with Batman. And how he came across her book. Joker eyes her first and make her nervous but answers anyway.

Then she tries to ask about his personal life, before he became who he is but joker shuts it down immediately.

While she thinks this information could be good in her new project but joker doesn’t know that. Kinda like a small dedication/remembrance after he leaves in the future.

His Lighthouse: Probing Questions (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Probing Questions - Oneshot

Author’s note:  

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Hey hi anon!! 🖤✨

I read this email last night and immediately stopped working on the chapter update to fill this request! I know know, counterproductive BUT! I couldn't help myself!!

Naturally I didn't add any spoilers- meaning I didn't fill the request fully in the way you asked. (I already have the dedication page scene written out for J beloved 😝) I edited this while waiting in my doctor's office so if there's any errors, I'm blaming them. 👀

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It always rained in Gotham City but tonight it was a terrifying downpour. Thunder shook the Earth and lightning filled the night sky. 

Lower parts of Gotham City had active flash flood warnings and your neighborhood in Old Gotham was put on a power outage alert for the next few hours. 

The apartment building’s backup generators kicked on forty minutes ago with limited power on the top levels. Your penthouse was a dark eerie place and looked near haunted with the vaulted ceilings and windows casting gnarly shapes of the gloomy mess from outside. 

It was as if Solomon Grundy’s fateful night was happening all over again. The weather outside was that horrid. 

Joker wasn’t bothered by it and prepared himself for bed but you insisted he join you in the living room under your blanket fort. You couldn’t sleep in these conditions and got carried away with the assembly. 

He eyed the monstrosity that took up a good portion of the room and approached the ‘door.’

He couldn’t knock on a sheet but he saw your shadow on the other side and decided to play along. 

“Knock knock. May I uh.. come… in?” He shook the bag of food in his hands. “I brought snacksssss.”

You peeled back the polka dot sheet for J to enter, smiling wide. He had to bend at the waist to crawl inside but he quickly grew comfortable amongst the nest of pillows and blankets you created. It took you an hour and a half to build the fort and he had to admit, not bad at all. You even strung up some fairy lights that gave the fort a soft cozy vibe he liked. 

You smiled in thanks as Joker passed your favorite snack to you. 

“So, you used to errr make blanket forts when the uhh power wentT out as a kid? You’re such a dork, Bunny.” He teased.

You fixed the ‘door’ closed before scrambling back inside to nuzzle into Joker’s lap. “I don’t see you complaining. In fact, someone made themselves right at home.” 

Alright, you had him there. 

This fort of yours was well insulated since the central heat was off and he looked every bit a crowned prince reclined on the ottoman you dragged into the intimate area. You were gonna tease him further when the power went out completely; plunging the entire apartment into darkness.

You squeezed J tight and tried to calm your beating heart when a roll of thunder rattled your bones.

“Awww, my Light is scared of the dark.”

You glanced up into Joker’s eyes. They were the only source of light left. It was unnatural how they glowed but for once you didn’t question it. 

So what if you were a little spooked, everyone is scared of something right? “Y-You’re not scared?” 

Joker scoffed and automatically pulled you closer when another clap of lightning streaked across the sky. His instincts were screaming at him to protect you. 

“Nah. What’s a uhhh, guy.. like me to be scared of, hmm?”

Good point. But still. Everyone had their fears. Joker was no exception. 

You rested your head on Joker’s chest to let the soothing sound of his heartbeat calm yours. He was The Joker. People feared him and he survived the toughest prisons and mental institutions the world had to offer. What was a little thunder and lightning to him? 

You hated how quiet it was. Surely Joker wouldn’t mind talking to pass the time? The severe thunderstorm warning was expected to end around midnight..

“J-J… um. What was Arkham Asylum like?” You knew you hit a nerve when he flickered his gaze down at you and stared for the longest. 

He didn’t blink and you were unable to look away from the venomous green bewitching your soul. His silence was making you nervous. 

You felt J’s arms tense around you and knew he wasn’t going to answer. Joker was a naturally guarded person and here you were asking personal questions, expecting him to share. 

His laughter scared you witless. “Mmmm, my little bunny is very curious tonight. Whaddya want to knooooow?” 

You bit your lip. What did you want to know? You weren’t expecting an answer but since Joker was open to do so, you would use this opportunity to get some intel out of Joker for your current wip. 

It was rare that Joker talked about himself so you would take this little miracle and run with it. 

“Like... everyone knows about the asylum but w-what’s it like as a patient? How were you treated?” You asked. 

Joker exhaled and unknowingly drummed his fingers on your back. It was the same beat to a song you sang yesterday during lunch. And he said he didn’t like it. Liar. 

How could he answer without giving away too much information? He couldn’t think of one. 

So he told the truth. 

“It’s like hell, Bunny. You know it exists— ya don’t wanna go, but once you get there… you do everything you can to survive until..” Another loud boom outside made his story ever more haunting, “…you just can’t take iT anymore and escape.” 

Joker held you close, gently rocking you to comfort not just you, but also himself. He didn’t know what came over him to talk about his past experiences; the words just tumbled out of his mouth.

“They treated us lower than dirt. You are the scum of society and these walls separate you from the good, upstanding citizens of Gotham, blah blah blah. Garbage is all it is. They drilled that spiel into our brains as they shocked the rest with electricity.”

“W-What?” You paled.

“Mhm. Shock therapy Bunny. I got ahh used to it after the first weekly rounds but sometimes.. I-I can feel it. Lit-le tingles every now and then as if they’re poking around for somethin’ they’ll never understand. Y/n, you’re shivering. Hmm, should I stoP?” 

Of course you were shivering, his account was inhumane! You couldn’t imagine the pain Joker went through on a daily basis for years to talk about it so casually.  

No wonder he always escaped…

You didn’t realize you said that last sentence out loud until J chuckled. He kissed the crown of your head and hummed. “Yep. That’s why.”

You twisted in Joker’s arms so you sat sideways in his lap. This way you could look up into his neon green orbs and still be held. 

“That’s awful! So, what’s it like being on the run and coming face to face with Batman?” Joker growled and smacked your thigh in anger.

You forgot he didn’t like you saying his name in the apartment. Such a jealous man you love. He didn’t have to be so heavy handed though. 

“Bats and I have a errr, love/hate relationship doll. I love proving his opinion about the world wrong and he hates me in general. It’s always… fun running into my bestie. It’s addicting since we both know Bat is obsesssssed with me and, heh.. the feeling is mutual. Oh don’t pout, baby doll. I only have the hots for you. C’mere.”

Joker suddenly attacked you with kisses. 

You were caught off guard and screamed as Joker tickled your sides in hopes of distracting you from your inquiry. He didn’t mind answering your questions but he knew with your inquisitive mind, there would be no end to them once you began. 

J didn’t let up his assault and you landed on your back with him kissing and biting down your neck. You knew where this was going, however you had more questions to ask!

“Ah! I-I’m still curious how I have a r-role in all of this.. You seemed to tolerate me from the start, as if you already, ah yess.. l-liked me or something. How did you become a f-fan of my work again, J?” 

You really couldn’t talk straight when he kissed your body like that. 

Just then a flash of lightning struck, illuminating Joker straddling you from above. 

His hair was a bird’s nest (courtesy of your hands tugging it) and that gorgeous face you grew to love was shining down at you with a level of love that had accumulated much longer than the four months you knew Joker. 

You always had the feeling Joker loved you much longer than what he led you on to believe but without proper evidence, what could you do?

Perhaps today you would get some more insight. 

J flashed one of his canines at you. God, his handsome smile was to die for. “You had me hooked with Welding the Sun my dear Light. I uhhh, killed someone searchin’ for a copy..”

You pushed at his shoulders. “You did WHAT? J, are you serious?” 

“I’m always serious bunny. That… That poem of yours… it.. messed.. me uP. I was soo lost back then, it was a uhh sparK that got me thinking differently about my life. It.. your words touched me. What kind of creature in this broken cruel world penned this powerful message? I had to know.”

“So! I did a lit-le digging and found you. Perfect, beautiful, sweet little you and I couldn’t. Get. Enough! I read every wo~rd ya printed. Watched every interview, consumed every last biT of media with your name attached to it. If it was related to you, I knew about it. You filled a void in me that was empty for soo long.. Imagine my surprise when I bumped into ya in Chinatown all those months ago. A uhh dream come true for mee.”

Okay…. so what if Joker fell into the creepy fan category? You reciprocated his feelings so no harm no foul. It was kinda hot being desired with such an intensity. 

But what did he mean by lost? Did he mean back when he was still.. normal? Did.. did you inspire J to become The Joker? Your thoughts were a plenty, trying to create a rough timeline of events here.

When did you finish your poetry project in school? When was the first spotting of The Joker recorded? 

PAUSE. Was there an age gap between you and Joker?! 

This conversation opened up too many doors for you to address at once. For now, you dialed it back and set about prioritizing the most important thing. 

You reached a hand up to caress Joker’s cheek. 

It was soft to the touch thanks to all of the skin products you had him using at night. A shame it would never heal his scars but you loved them and the man they marred. It was another mysterious piece to the puzzle of who Joker was.

Would you ever truly know Joker? You wanted to try. 

“I won’t even ask how you heard about my poetry project. My part wasn’t even published.” J kissed your palm and scoffed. 

His stare carried the message, I have my ways, and you didn’t want to know the details. 

“I’d love to read it if ya have the uhh original manuscript.”

You rolled your eyes and moved yourself to sit in front of Joker. He was dodging the trauma being shared by changing the subject. 

Joker watched as you began to fiddle with his hands in your lap. 

They were so large and calloused compared to your dainty, smaller ones. One pair murdered and destroyed whereas the other created and inspired, yet they both found themselves in the other’s company. 

Such a small, interesting world indeed. 

“I do. It���s in a composition book in storage. J.. can I ask you another question?”

“Ya just did.” You ignored his joke and inhaled a shaky breath. 

Something told you he wouldn’t like this next question but you knew your intended audience. 

Welding the Sun wasn’t a light and carefree read. You penned it when you were upset and confused with the world. 

“You said my poem touched you.. back then. That was at least ten years ago. (*Longer depending on your age) W-what were you like b-before.. you before you came to be the Joker? I.. I can’t help but wonder...” 

You leaned forward to cup Joker’s face in your shaking hands. His countenance was like stone eyeing you down. 

“Who hurt you so badly to make you change?” You cried. 

You watched Joker’s eyes swiftly freeze over. Whatever moment the two of you were sharing in this blanket fort was gone. 

The severe thunderstorm outside was nothing compared to the storm brewing in Joker’s dark jade eyes. Every wall that he originally tore down, was shutting you out once again. 

Months of hard work coaxing Joker to open up and let you in was ruined with one sentence. 

He stood up, taking the structural integrity of your fort with him as he escaped its comfort. It caved in on itself and trapped you inside.

“Joker! Wait! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–” You cried out as you scrambled under the layers of bedding, desperately trying to stop Joker from leaving. 

By the time you breached the top of the pile, Joker was already out the front door and headed into the howling storm outside.